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35 lines
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layout: episode
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title: "Example title"
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subtitle: "Example subtitle!"
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date: 2022-10-28T19:34:00+10:00
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audio: "/example-episode.mp3"
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audio_duration: 14:39
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audio_size: 14076118
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authors: ["Example Author Name",]
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images: ["/img/example-podcast-episode.jpg"]
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series: ["My Podcast"]
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podcast_tags: ["tag 1", "tag 2"]
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explicit: "no"
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draft: false
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---
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One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.
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He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
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The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment.
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His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.
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"What's happened to me?" he thought.
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It wasn't a dream.
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His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls.
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A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.
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It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.
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Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather.
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